A few hours later Carmen and Stacey were in Stacey’s apartment sitting in the living room. Carmen clutched her coffee cup, stared into it blankly, q...ietly as she sat in the comfy chair. Stacey was sitting on the sofa as she sipped her coffee. They had both told each other their story, from their time with Benita to how they found out they were pregnant and knew they were carrying Benita’s child. Carmen even told Stacey everything that she knew of Benita’s ‘hunt.’ An unspoken connection formed. The mane of blonde hair she always took such care in was spread recklessly about her pillow. Her lips were opened slightly, gently taking in breaths. My palms rested against the flat of her feet. Remembering how ticklish she was I softly gripped her feet, making my way to her ankles. I felt the smooth softness of her legs from her calves up to her full thighs. Gently guiding my hands up her legs, I knelt between them. My cock stiffened as I looked down at my love, part and opened for me in her. She poured her wine and lightly stroke the cleavage visible between the folds of her robe. She ascended the stairs once again and moved to the steamy bathroom to disrobe and slide into the tub. The candles were lit around the tub and the wine glass placed in an accessible location next to her head. Her body slid down into the scented warm water and let out a long sigh as she relaxed. The wine and scented warmth did the trick as her muscle's loosened and the arousal of the day began to climb.. A woman knows how to do it best, of course."A long silence followed her saying this. Something about that idea seemed forbidden and sexy. A lot of k**s in my school had sex pretty young. But, I hadn't yet. I just turned s*******n so I was legal. "Um, I'm not saying I wouldn't want you to do that. I don't know any boys would." Oh, really? Well, if you promise you won't tell Alex about it, I'll show you how it's done." Her husband Alex was a bit of a dick, but lovable. He would not have been ok.